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“Yes I have all the details and loose ends tied. All you need to do is gather are crew. Although they seem naturally drawn to each other,” Zason said with a grin on his face,”I’m not sure they’re all committed to the idea of being pirates. If it comes into question, you can tell them my ideas on life, which you learned from Master Genryuusai. (Borrowed a bleach name =P) However none of them are to know what I look like or my name, either of me.” He said pointing at Alex.

“We must go now. Please ensure that are crew is willing to join a man they can’t see yet. Tell them as little about us as is possible. Please.” Alex said. “Now we must go there is one loose end I have to tie up before this night is over, and you have your work cut out for you.” With that Zason donned his black coat and with a last grin turned to Meijin and said together.

“Good Night!” He then Jumped onto the wall and stole away into the night.

Last edited by zaratulxxx (2006-10-04 15:10:12)

Sakurai rose from the pile of debris and hurled something at Jinn, who managed to catch it with Eri just before it impacted with his face. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a mic. Sakurai rose with another mic in hand, seeming dead serious. "Wanna challenge me and Eris for the place of lead singer? IT'S ON!"

Sakurai looked down at Mei, who seemed terribly embarrased. "What are you apologizing for? Normally octopi eats fish, but he is pickier than most. And if you force him to eat stuff he doesn't like, he'll sulk for hours." Mei looked down with hands folded "Oh. Sorry..." Sakurai snapped his fingers. "You could be our caterer! You seem to know food pretty well! ANd when we turn into a huge success, we will need proper nutrition! Bands rarely eat right, since they are on the go all the time. Once, when we were sailing the-" Jinn scratched his forehead then interrupted "OI! Didn't you challenge me?!"

Sakurai snapped his fingers as he realized. "Oh yeah!" he returned to his serious scowl and taunted "Little runt! You're a hundred years early of being able to beat a musician from the Grand Line!" in his best delinquent punk voice. "What'cha gonna do?! HUUUUUH?!" Sakurai approached, readying his mic like a weapon.

Eri lowered the mic that had been tossed at Jinn, his arms still crossed in the pose he thought was cool. Sakurai had just emerged from the debris, a look of anger shot across the merman's face. He issued Jinn a challenge to see who would become the lead singer which caused Jinn's eyebrow to raise.
     A challenge? That means I'd have to do extra work... Why can't I just be the lead singer? I'm obviously cooler than the rest of the crew. But then again, I've never sung in a band before. That seems like alotta work too! Atata~ What to do? Jinn thought to himself. Kuro noticed he seemed to be distracted but continued speaking to him anyways.
     "...We're going to be all stuck together for a while, get used to it." she finished and Jinn woke from his thoughts.
     "...A-Aye." he responded, a bit embarassed that he wasn't paying attention. Getting into too deep of thoughts like that seemed to be a bad habit of his. The blonde-haired girl got up and left suddenly and Jinn returned his gaze to the merman who seemed to be having a nice chat with the wolf-girl.

"OI! Didn't you challenge me!?" Jinn shouted at Sakurai. The merman suddenly remembered and turned to his new rival, scowling at and taunting him. Sakurai approached Jinn with mic in hand as if they were going to battle, not sing. Eri mimicked the merman's battle stance with the mic and Jinn laughed a little bit. "And besides, you don't think you can lead a band with hair like that?" he asked, pointing to Sakurai's shiny, bald scalp. Jinn's pointed hand then brushed through his stylish blue locks, mocking the bald merman. It seems despite his laziness and lack of want to perform, Jinn was claiming his spot out of pure ego. "You'd scare away all the fans!"

All you need to do is gather our crew.  Meijin mulled over this command in his mind as he watched his captain disappear into the night.  It had taken him the good part of a day just to find everyone once.  Hopefully it would be easier tomorrow.  Trivalu figured that most of the crew would be meeting at stage 8, since that was a natural gathering ground.

The tricky part would be convincing the crew to follow a man that they’d never even met.  Fortunately, the Triviamaster had his ways of persuasion for this predicament.  Meijin started to leave the north beach when something caught his eye on the sand.  There was a drawing on the beach that showed a circle with a mark on the west side.  ”Well, at least I have a destination for tomorrow,” Trivalu thought as he made his way back into town.

The Triviamaster still needed to meet the new member of this rag-tag crew.  The night was still young, so he decided to head on over to stage 8 to see if this “Jinn” had gotten caught up in the merman’s concert.

Fire raged in Sakurai's eyes. "DON'T. EVER. MAKE. FUN. OF. MY. HEAD!" he sputtered. "I am gonna leave you star-struck like a little girl! LET'S GET IT ON!"

Sakurai turned to Din "JAZZ! Pick three music genres for us. Then the audience can choose who is the best!" Jinn turned to the plaza, where a sweeper, three drunks, a cat and a group of lost tourists were gathered. "It's going down!" he shouted at Jinn.

BOOSH!
A gong sounded and all the sound systems on the smaller stages were cut. The mayor (Mr. Samishy) entered the stage on the right of the main stage. He was dressed in a samurai type costume. One of the reasons the mayor was liked throughout the town was his wide knowledge, and therefore tolerance, of culture knew no bounds.
BOOSH!
As he danced several geishas joined him. It was customary for citizens to give something to the trade festival, this was optional for guests. The mayor chose to dance, and what a dance. After two minuets of the first dance the tako drums faded and a giant curtain was waved over the stage.

Once the people came back into view they were all dressed in Indian costumes doing a dance that matched the image with a different set of drums.

These dances went on for fifteen minutes. Dances of: witches, daemons, angels, trees, just dances. Finally the dancing ceased.

Everyone exited the stage. To everyone, the newcomers that is, were shocked as the stage collapsed like paper. It revealed a giant stand with tier after tier of sitting room and the mayor took the mike and said.

"I have given you my contribution to this festival. Now I am eager to see those of the people who live here. When they are done I also would like to see anything that outsiders have brought to are island. Everyone else please join me in the stands."

At that secant the mayor had to drop the mike and run for the mob of people eager for the show rushed towards the stands.

The second smallest stage was turned toward the audience and the show began.

"Hah!" Jinn blurted out at Sakurai's claim, laughing a bit with arms still crossed. "Star-struck like a little girl, huh? You don't know the meaning of star-struck apparently. I think the word you meant was..." He leaned in towards the merman, an evil mocking look on his face. "...unimpressed."
     "So... you're an unimpressed little girl?" Din joined in. Jinn's face reddened.
     "No, I mean... shut up!" the new crewmember retorted tactlessly, losing his cool a bit.
Sakruai's anger seemed to miss the chance to best Jinn as the merman leaned in as well, the two now face-to-face.
     "JAZZ!" Sakurai suddenly called out, meaning Din. He then proceeded to tell him to pick three genres for the two to battle with. He also mentioned that the audience would choose the winner as he spun into a pose with mic ready. Jinn peered out to said audience and saw nothing more than some scragglers and a cat. He scratched the back of his head, a little confused.
     "It's going down!" the merman shouted and Jinn grinned competitively.
     "Heh. I'm ready." Jinn responded rather coolly.

The two of them locked into eachother's gazes, a faint flame of rivalry erupted in their eyes. Both seemed to ignore both the loud crashes of a gong and the fact that the one called Eris wasn't involved in this anymore. Or they had just forgotten her. It seemed as if their egos were all that mattered.
A sweatdrop appeared behind Din's head as he mumbled to himself, "How'd I get involved in this...?"

Last edited by Cap'n Jefu (2006-10-06 14:10:36)

As Zason moved quickly from roof to roof he thought, tonight will be the night.

[FLASH BACK]

When he was little his master, Genryuusai-sensei had taught him shoriryu. He remembered his teacher telling him and his brother of the final test. Supposedly on the top of the forbidden mountain there was a secret vault that held the final test for a great warrior to prove him or herself. This was supposed to be the last test it was shrouded in mystery. The only thing known about it was the warning on the vault.

“If you know someone with power,
and you seek power, you can seek to defeat them,
those without power seek to attain power,
by challenging those who have it,
those who have power seek more,
and challenge those above them,
either way they all seek to fight,
however to fight someone and win,
is to know them,
the ultimate strength from knowing oneself,
only by defeating your self can you attain true power!”

Master Genryuusai had given Jason and Zason the only two keys to the vault. He said that only those dedicated to battle could hope to win, and since they were his most dedicated students, it was there right to have it.

Before he left Jason took the trial and when he came down the mountain, he couldn’t say anything except he wasn’t ready. Tonight Zason was ready him and Alex were determined to take the test and succeed.

[END FLASH BACK]

As they arrived on the top of the mountain Zason wasted no time in taking the tapered rock and slamming it into the ground. And as he did the mountain lit up, and the seal that looked like a bird’s eye view of trade town lay upon the mountain top. The mountain turned until it clicked like a lock and a chunk of it rose out and turned bright red. Floating there Zason inspected it, it looks just like the rock Alex came from. As he turned to look at Alex he noticed the cat was hissing at the rock.

Then with out warning the ore turned green and liquefied. It shot itself through Alex and Zason’s hearts. Then it resumed its position into something. Finally settling there before them was an exact copy of Zason and Alex skin and all. The fake formed a double blade runner (leg blade model Alex creates) and leapt into the air. Zason formed claws and met the blade and just as he was about to strike with the other claw the fake made his grow and then jumped back to doge the attack perfectly.

It was like he could read his mind and then it struck him. This thing had read his soul and formed the perfect opponent. Someone who knew his style inside and out. It was him. Grinning at the thought of a good fight Zason charged his doppelganger. This wasn’t going to be easy.

Last edited by zaratulxxx (2006-10-07 08:16:59)

The gong was a bit startling and seemed to have trigger something in her mind, forcing her to grab Kato's bag and shoo him out the door and down the halls.  "Can you change into a llama for me?"  She asked after they were out of the building.  "If you carry me, we'll get back to that stage a lot faster, and oh yeah, we have a new crew member and Sakurai and him plan to have some kinda singing contest."  At the thought of it she couldn't help but laugh, wondering if a window might shatter or a canine might howl though she did have confidence that the merman could sing.

A few heart strings had been tugged at when the newcomer had arrived (a secret which would be kept to herself), but the feeling was quickly brushed aside; her crushes usually lasted about a day or a few hours, never a few seconds, that was surely a new record.  Love wasn't really a big thing to her.

Last edited by Kurotsuki (2006-10-07 07:56:05)

Sakurai snapped his fingers, making Afro bounce onto his head. The octopus deflated so he looked KINDA like a loose natural hairdo. Sakurai tapped his foot, "THIS IS PIRATE ROCK!" he screamed, shaking his glowing (with electricity) fist at the sky. "YAAAAH!"

Eeeevery day... I want to pillage... time is now... everyone is pumped! We are gooo-WOAH!!

TAKING THE CANNONS TO THEIR SIDE! MAKIN' THEM WANNA RUN N' HIDE!
YOUR FEAR IS MY ONLY SATISFACTION! WE ARE CRAVING ADVENTURE AND SOME ACTION!
WE ARE COMING FOR YOUR LOOT! BOW DOWN! AND SUCK! MY! BOOT!!

Sakurai stomped and kicked, almost smacking his boot into Jinn's face.

PIRATES! OF THE WHITE!
PIRATES! WE  CLAIM OUR RIGHT!
PIRATES! WE COME FOR YOU!
PIRATES! YOU ARE THROUGH!!

Sakurai ended py pointing a crackling finger at Jinn, both to indicate who was through, and that it was his turn.

Sakurai ended with a hanging note and pointed finger at his blue-haired rival. Jinn, still a bit steamed over the boot at the face, let out a "tch" sound and crossed his arms as usual. He realized that in the category of Rock, this merman knew his stuff. But Jinn wasn't about to let his ego be beaten by this guy... fish... thing.
     "Yawn." he spoke mockingly. "Oh, was that it? I was expecting something that sounded like Rock." He knew in his mind that Sakurai was quite good, if not the best he's heard, but wouldn't admit it even if someone paid him right now. Jinn always was a bit arrogant and his temper wasn't helping right now.
     "What was that Fashion Boy!?" Sakurai responded and Jinn smirked. Manipulating his scarf's end, Eri swiftly stretched to the merman's guitar, quickly lifting it off his shoulder and over to Jinn. Sakurai did not seem pleased.
     "Hope ya don't mind if I borrow this?" Jinn asked not caring what the answer was. The strap lay across his shoulder, arms still crossed and the guitar hung in front of him. Eri's ends acted as Jinn's hands; one pointed and acting like a pick, and the other wrapped around the neck with four finger-like shapes pressed against the strings. "Thought I may spruce up my performance a bit, eh? Hope ya don't mind... fish-man."
Jinn never learned to play the guitar himself but studied (just out of his observational nature) a band quite famous where he came from: The Sea Specials. By thinking of how that guitarist moved his hands, Jinn was preparing to have Eri play like him.
     Alright good buddy, don't fail me now! Jinn's thoughts aimed to Eri as his support. Moving to place the mic in one of the empty mic-stands, Jinn 'ahem'ed a few times. His ego was on the line and he needed to win... even if he never sang before.

Eri started to strum, the top end moving back and forth to produce notes on the merman's guitar, trying to mimic the notes of the song he was going to sing from that band from home.

``It ain't safe to walk out tonight,
'cause theres always someone ready to start a fight.
What did I do? What did I say?
And did I look at you... the wrong way?

Oh!
Don't you tell me that youre sorry!
And don't you tell me it's all gooo-OO-oood...!
Baby! Baby! Leave it out!
If you're coming in for trouble than you know youre going out.
Baby! Baby! Leave it out!
What's the point of actin' big just because there's a crowd?``

Jinn seemed to be trying pretty damn hard at singing this. And at this point in the song, Eri broke out in what Jinn remembered of the guitar solo.

``Baby! Baby! Leave it out!
If you're coming in for trouble than you know you're going out.
Baby! Baby! Leave it out!
What's the point of actin' big just because there's a crowd!?``

He finished with an extended note, just as Sakurai before him. The stage was quiet... and Jinn knew why. He stood up straight, Eri returning the guitar to the merman with a rather surprised look on his face. Jinn inhaled rather deeply.
     "T-That was..." Sakurai began, his voice quivering. Before he finished, Jinn exhaled. His body slumped over, head hanging low with streams of tears pouring down his face.
     "Horrible..." he let out, quite embarrassed with his lack of singing skills and horrible memory of how the guitar was played. Although Jinn's voice and spirit seemed to be in it... talent was completely absent during his performance. Sakurai began laughing out loud, quite hysterically. Din also had trouble not chuckling as well.
At least... Jinn thought ...nobody else saw me fail so miserably.

Jinn looked up, utterly defeated, only to see both the blonde girl riding a llama and an odd man in white jacket present for his performance. Jinn slumped back over, tears running full blast down his face.
     "How uncool..."

Last edited by Cap'n Jefu (2006-10-07 23:11:38)

Off in the distance, Meijin heard the sound of a gong being struck.  Soon afterward, Sakurai started into his electrifying rock solo.  Jinn had to pull something spectacular off in order to match the merman’s skill.  Trivalu watched as Jinn’s scarf grabbed a guitar and began to get ready to play.

Mumbling to himself, the Triviamaster said, “Zason said that he’d have a Devil’s Fruit power.  It appears to me that his power is a control over fabrics.”  Meijin watched as Jinn pulled out all the stops to beat this new rival.  Unfortunately for the few people who were around to hear and see this spectacle, it was like watching a train wreck in slow motion.  Jinn tried his hardest, but it wasn’t until the end of his performance that he admitted what everyone else knew already.  “Horrible . . . . “ was all that Trivalu could hear from the defeated man.

The Triviamaster began to approach the stage.  With his hands, he clapped a slow, sarcastic applause as he came up to the dueling singers.  “That was quite a spectacle, both of you,” Meijin said dryly.  Turning to Jinn, Trivalu said, “I don’t think that you’ll be able to match this merman’s musical skills, Jinn.  But your effort was quite admirable.”  A piece of etiquette shot into the Triviamaster’s head as he apologized with an extended hand, “I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced myself yet.  I’m Meijin “Triviamaster” Trivalu, at your service."